In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Read it. Now.

        E. suggested I read “In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts” as part of my introduction to Vancouver, and gosh but was he right in recommending it.

The book’s author, Gregor Mate, is a doctor who works in Vancouver’s notorious downtown eastside – a neighbourhood known for being a drug zone. Mate uses interviews and character sketches of his patients as the individual grounding for his discussion of the causes and outcomes of addiction, as well as the detrimental drug policies that currently govern drug addicts’ behaviour. The chapters vary among first person reflections on his own addicted behaviour, reflections on the life experiences of his patients, accessible descriptions of brain science and development and exhortations for evidence based addictions/drug policies.

The book is, simply put, brilliant. Mate methodically lays out his argument all the while drawing in personal narratives that make the science not only accessible but entirely compelling. The reader cares about addictions science and drug laws because we are made to know the addicts – ourselves! – as people. The demand that we reserve judgement because we too, find ourselves in addicted patterns, or because we begin to understand the lack-of-choice inherent in addicts’ actions, persuasively asks us to reconsider our long held judgements about those addicted to X or Z.

I’m anxious for someone I know to read the book, too, so that I might discuss the ending – a suggestion that the ‘cure’ for addicted behaviour might be meditation and mindfulness – and the overarching premise of the book that addiction isn’t so much a choice as a set of circumstances thrust upon that must be chosen against, refused, rather than actively sought. My local library is hosting a book club night on the book, and I’m eager to go and hear what others in my community thought of the book, but I’d really (really) like for you to read it, too, and let me know your thoughts.

Given how much I’m struggling to sort out how to reconcile the gross inequality I’ve been encountering in Vancouver, and given my own (relative) addictions, the book has been incredible in provoking thought, challenging assumptions, and arguing for a kind of generosity to the self and to others that is otherwise unspoken.

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The Occupation of Heather Rose: Stellar

             So Wendy Lill’s play (recommended by I.) is terrific! It’s just the one speaking character, Heather, recounting her experiences going to work as a nurse on a reserve and the sort of turn around she feels from idealistic saviour to soul crushingly implicated colonizer.

It’s a short one – 60 pages or so – yet full of sincere punches and dramatic (ha!) turns as the reader/audience finds themselves implicated in a similar sort of uncritical optimism about “saving” and then comes to confront their involvement and responsibility for both doing nothing and doing far too much.

Go read it! Or better still, if you can find a production, go see it!

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The American Wife: Rebuplicans may Inquire

                                  The American wife (recommended by S.) is the first person account of Laura Bush (in the story Alice Blackwell, nee Lindgren) and has a fascinating and captivating first half. Though I admit once I worked out (thanks, too, to S.) that it was the story of George W. I stopped being able to enjoy it quite so much. I just couldn’t respect my narrator anymore.

I had trouble with her narration for other reasons – a sort of prescience that felt out of place – and a self-effacement that didn’t feel genuine so much as performed to elicit sympathy.

The realist narrative (in the style of Richard Russo or Philip Roth) is a bit jarring at first – it’s been awhile since I read something that attends to the kind of jam spread on multigrain toast, or the colour of earrings and matching handbag) but is, ultimately, satisfying to be so thoroughly encouraged to enter a world.

I’m not going to say I *didn’t* like it. I tore through it, (happily my commute takes 40 minutes and is easy – I’m commuting against traffic and so always have a seat and it’s never noisy or crowded – and so I can read for a full hour and a half each day) and enjoyed it for the most part. But the George W part became very, very distracting in the later half and the somewhat indulgent narrator irked me. So… if you’re a Republican, read on?

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Storm of Swords: Admissions

                           I really want to like the Song of Ice and Fire series. It has a lot of great things going for it: engaging characters with complicated motivations and principles, developed plot lines and some (just some) engagement with literary devices. All the same, in this third book I’ve read in the series I’ve had enough. I’m done with the plot lines that, while rich in detail, plod along with such protracted pauses that I am left indifferent when climaxes do occur. So while I might enjoy the complicated characters Martin has crafted, I can seem to care about them when bad things happen to them (as they invariably do) because it’s taken so much plot work just to get there. When you add in the mediocre language and heavy handed symbolism and descriptions I find myself struggling to read the remaining 400 pages.

That’s right, after 600 pages of slogging I’m giving up. True to my New Year’s resolution, and with the encouragement of S. I’m just stopping. I feel some guilt thinking that if I could just give it some dedicated time I’d make it through, but really? When it comes to pleasure reading I don’t want it to feel like work and so I’m stopping. Bold, brave, and a little reckless, sure, but there it is.

Also because I have such an amazing list of books recommended! Did I mention that my amazing friends gave me a book of book recommendations? Maybe, but if I didn’t, I’m so excited to get going on the list. And so that’s what I’m going to do – so if you’re a recommender… get excited 🙂

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